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Wasn’t the point of a party to, I don’t know, socialize by yourself?

“I’ll be right back,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple, then making his way toward the newcomers who were talking to the guy who’d approached us in the range. Velle.

“I really like you with him,” a female voice said, making me jump a bit before I turned to find Saskia standing there.

I’d met her when we’d first arrived, as she’d decided to come for dinner.

And, yeah, she’d been nice. Laid-back. None of that ‘you better be nice to my baby brother’ stuff that I’d been worried about.

“He’s… lighter,” she went on. “And not in the way that has had all of us worried sick about him for over a year or two.”

To that, my brows scrunched.

“Worried about him?” I asked.

“He’d been… getting a little obsessive about food and working out. Got really skinny there for a while. He’s put some of that back on. Which, as his sister, has relieved a lot of stress.”

“Obsessive?” I asked, frowning. “I don’t think he’s been to the gym since… since I’ve been staying with him, at least.”

“Not at all?” she asked, shocked.

“No. We just… take long walks with Frida every day. Sometimes twice a day.”

“Wow. Then I really like you with him. I’ve never seen him look at someone like he looks at you,” she added, and that fact had my heart squeezing in my chest. “We didn’t really get a chance to talk before. What do you do for a living?”

“Oh, ah, I… take pictures,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like I stumbled too much on that.

I did, technically, take pictures for a living.

Even if it was just my feet.

I forgot to ask Alaric what he’d told his friends and sister about how we’d met. If he let them know the details about his content, about mine.

Better to just tiptoe around the full facts.

“Oh, that’s neat. I should hire you to take pictures of my kids. I haven’t loved the people we’ve used in the past.”

“I would do it for free,” I told her.

And, suddenly, an idea started to form. Leaving me wondering how the hell it had never occurred to me before right then.

Because I did love taking pictures. Of Frida. Or the beach. I even liked the artistry and skill it took to continually take fresh pictures of the same tired old subjects day in and day out. And I really liked editing the pictures and videos after I took them, perfecting them, making them really something special.

How had it never occurred to me to try to pursue photography as a career?

I guess, to an extent, with the quality of cell phones being what they are, I assumed most people didn’t hire photographers anymore.

That couldn’t be true, though.

Since most people who wanted a full family shot would need to be in it themselves, not taking it.

And, of course, there were weddings.

And other things. Like real estate or for print ads or things like that.

I had to look into it.

My content site had been on vacation since I’d moved in with Alaric. And I honestly had no desire to work at it again.

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